AoFS Fiction: The journey of Saint Saraphine
Oct 9, 2019 8:43:41 GMT
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Post by welshy on Oct 9, 2019 8:43:41 GMT
Hey ya'll, you might have noticed the campaign that is running over at roll20. If you havn't, I highly suggest checking out the thread here on the board for batreps and even rules for joining in! Anyhow, I posted some opening fiction (which I am reposting here) that I quite liked and, instead of flooding that thread with my musings, am going to post more here. So without any further todo, here we go!
The Inciting Dream
The Saint Saraphine; chosen of the Lake, keeper of the crystal chalice, Lady of Peerage and class, was snoring loudly. Her servants moved quietly around her as she rested on her fainting couch, pale arms draped over her face, a light amount of drool pooling at the corner of her mouth. On the table next to her, a bottle of the redest wine, a slotted spoon and small vial of essence of lotus along with a glass filled with residue. The Saint Saraphine was chasing dreams, it seems.
When she started to moan, activity intensified around her. Plates of food and goblets of drink where brought in, steam still rising from the spiced Venison. Pillows where brought in and slipped behind her as she roused and stretched, a dish of water on her lap for washing. She splashes some on her face then, after making a rather unlady-like sound, spits blood and muscus into the silver plate. She stares intently at the swirling forms for a long moment before a small, vicious smile splits her oval face. The water dish spills on the floor as she rises suddenly, grabbing a goblet of wine and draining it. Her servants scramble in silence to clean the water and she flings the goblet into fire with a delighted laugh. Her two knights, so much like metal statues before, move andkneel before the laughing noble.
"What says the flows of the Lake, my leige?" Echos one from within his thick helm.
"They speak of blood and glory, sir Knight." She says with joy in her voice and a fire in her eyes. "They speak of treasures in the south, of villains and heroes, and of creatures from the long past." She swirls as she speaks, dress flaring out to show her legs for but a moment, then a girlish giggle escapes her lips.
"Gather a handfull of men and meet me at the stables... we ride towards destiny!"
The Inciting Dream
The Saint Saraphine; chosen of the Lake, keeper of the crystal chalice, Lady of Peerage and class, was snoring loudly. Her servants moved quietly around her as she rested on her fainting couch, pale arms draped over her face, a light amount of drool pooling at the corner of her mouth. On the table next to her, a bottle of the redest wine, a slotted spoon and small vial of essence of lotus along with a glass filled with residue. The Saint Saraphine was chasing dreams, it seems.
When she started to moan, activity intensified around her. Plates of food and goblets of drink where brought in, steam still rising from the spiced Venison. Pillows where brought in and slipped behind her as she roused and stretched, a dish of water on her lap for washing. She splashes some on her face then, after making a rather unlady-like sound, spits blood and muscus into the silver plate. She stares intently at the swirling forms for a long moment before a small, vicious smile splits her oval face. The water dish spills on the floor as she rises suddenly, grabbing a goblet of wine and draining it. Her servants scramble in silence to clean the water and she flings the goblet into fire with a delighted laugh. Her two knights, so much like metal statues before, move andkneel before the laughing noble.
"What says the flows of the Lake, my leige?" Echos one from within his thick helm.
"They speak of blood and glory, sir Knight." She says with joy in her voice and a fire in her eyes. "They speak of treasures in the south, of villains and heroes, and of creatures from the long past." She swirls as she speaks, dress flaring out to show her legs for but a moment, then a girlish giggle escapes her lips.
"Gather a handfull of men and meet me at the stables... we ride towards destiny!"